Seven Months Later
Seven Months LaterGigi took a big bite out of the fragrant fruit, and I licked the peach juice off of her wrist before it slid down her arm. “Noah!” She placed her hands on her hips and stood in the middle of the two rows of tables and booths filled with bundles of carrots, crates of shiny zucchini, trays of tomatoes, and corn in their husks.
“What?” I rubbed her swollen belly affectionately. “I didn’t want to get it on your new dress.” She’d had to go up a size from her largest maternity dress. She’d grown enough so that even her biggest articles of clothing no longer fit during her eighth month of pregnancy.
“Ugh, I’m getting rid of every single pregnant person outfit as soon as these babies are outta my belly.” She came to a dead stop and whispered in my ear. “Dadd
